I walked casually towards building B, took the elevator up to the fourth floor, and walked a few more steps until I stopped at the last door on the right side of the hallway, where Nia's office was located.I entered, finding the reception area completely empty. There wasn't a soul in the waiting room chairs, not even where her secretary was supposed to be. Well, there was someone after all; it was noon, the only break the poor lady was allowed.I headed towards the door with the sign bearing my friend's name and before entering, I lightly tapped on the wood as a signal that I had arrived.Stepping into the cozy room, I found all the windows wide open, allowing the scarce winter daylight to filter in. It was still a bit early for the first snowfall in Atlanta, considering the year was about to end.The room where my old friend spent much of her time was painted in black and white, nothing more. It was spacious enough to feel comfortable for hours, with a desk next to a bookshelf, a co
Finally, Friday arrived without any special hiccups, and feeling grateful like never before, I left the hospital early. Having successfully finished my shift for the week, I spent much of the afternoon lying in bed, sleeping until nightfall hinted that I should get ready for the big party before Nia arrived.I wasn't used to attending such events; something significant always seemed to prevent me from going. Yet there I was, ready to celebrate the start of a new year alongside colleagues and superiors from the hospital, unless an emergency arose, which I believed was unlikely that day.I adjusted my elegant dress, styled my hair in a simple way, applied natural makeup, and when I felt completely ready, I looked at myself one last time in the bathroom mirror.I had changed so much since Jack had died; I wasn't the same person inside or out. I had aged a bit; I no longer spent most of my time with a furrowed brow, smiled whenever I felt like it, and laughed without apparent reason.My
"Dr. Wolfang, could you please return to your seat?" mumbled the man, seeing that I showed no signs of wanting to get up.Most around me threw mocking glances, and some whispered things among themselves, laughing.It seemed as if he intentionally made that comment just to embarrass me, but there was nothing that hurt me more than having him in front of me; handsome and radiant as he used to be, except something in his expression told me he wasn't the same, that he had changed drastically over the years.I felt my legs trembling as I tried to stand, and my heart raced uncontrollably inside me.He was just a few steps away from me, alive like any of us; serious and distant, but just as handsome as when I first met him. There was only a subtle crease that appeared around his eyes when he maintained that forced smirk.Was I hallucinating, right? Was everyone seeing the same thing as me?I walked, almost dragging my feet, toward my seat, under the disapproving stares of everyone present.U
I couldn't enjoy the rest of the party at all, even when Jack had left after giving his speech and greeting a few acquaintances, especially me; I seemed to be his main target from the start.That argument kept tormenting me in my mind, chilling my blood.I tried to eat what was served, but I could barely take a bite; the urge to rush to the bathroom and vomit returned.Nia seemed even more distressed than me, as if I might faint at any moment."Let's go, Lucy," she repeated with concern. "You don't look good."But I stayed, thinking I could overcome it.Just as everyone got up to dance, Nia insisted we go back home. I wanted to drive, but my hands were shaking, my feet weren't cooperating, just like my thoughts.So, she took the trouble to be the driver, while I remained silent, gazing out the window, feeling the whirlwind of memories hit me harder each time.Seven years, seven damn years deceived, thinking it was my fault, blaming myself in solitude. How could Deborah have done that
The foster home hadn't changed at all, even the swings and the playground remained in perfect condition, although they were rarely used. The older kids took care of them in case new children arrived, which hadn't happened since I turned eighteen. Perhaps it was because our mother was too old to handle rambunctious kids.After all, looking after nine teenagers wasn't an easy task.To my surprise, the villa was covered in snow, an eerie coldness that made my skin prickle as I stepped out of the car. Thankfully, I had thought to bring some thick clothing just in case. Tiny snowflakes fell onto my hair, prompting me to shake them off.If it was that cold there, it was likely that Atlanta had already seen its first snowfall of the year by the time I returned.My younger siblings, who rushed out to greet me as soon as I stepped inside, embracing me as if they were still little and fragile, had changed so much over time. Even though they were all young adults now, they remained the same c
I walked down the hallway, stopping before entering the dining room, where Ryan and Nia were sitting in silence, with Ryan attempting to say something but struggling to find the words."Sister Nia...""You can just call me Nia.""Nia..." the boy repeated, letting out a nervous chuckle. "I made this especially for you, what I promised."He took something out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the table, allowing me to see it was a wooden figurine - a perfectly carved representation of my friend's face.My eyes widened in amazement as I watched Nia's face light up upon taking the artifact."It's amazing," she murmured, running her slender fingers over every detail of the sculpture. "Thank you, Ryan.""Sister..." he stammered awkwardly. "Nia, I know we have many years between us, but from the moment I first saw you, I fell in love with you. I think you already knew, but I wanted to tell you directly. I know I can't give you much compared to other guys, but what I've felt for you all t
The following days were actually quite good, given that it was a new year, signifying in short a renewing change in our lives.So, after returning on Sunday from the foster home – and solemnly swearing that I would return the following month on the last weekend – Nia agreed to return to the apartment without any problem. After all, Cody, knowing that she was now happily in a relationship with Ryan, which my mother approved of without much hesitation, left her alone, and they returned to being the two normal friends they had always been.Everything seemed to be going wonderfully, even though I could sense my old friend's heart shattered into pieces, but I knew that it would soon pass when he found something to distract himself with or even a new love.Things were perfectly in place, nothing transcendental was happening in my life, until Tuesday arrived.I was walking towards the café where I used to buy coffee on those mornings when I knew I would need extra energy.It was a great day,
I raised my chin, forgetting the pain that stung my heart."I know, and you know what?" I huffed, crossing my arms, pretending indifference to his vile way of treating me. "I couldn't care less, Jack."I had to admit that inside, I was devastated, with my heart in pieces, but I had to carry on with my act."Now you live off the money of a thief, you pursued a career with the money you asked from my mother, and on top of that, you bother to work in my hospital. Aren't you satisfied yet?" he murmured, his face contorted in anger. "I had to endure three years, seeing you every single day while you ignored me or played dumb every time you saw me. Weren't you capable of facing up, after all the damage you caused?""You have no idea!" I shouted, unable to bear it any longer. Feeling everyone's gaze on my tomato-red face. "You don't know anything at all! And believe me, anyone would have gotten tired of an idiot like you. I got tired of you. Did you really think I could ever love you? I just